LONY |
What's that? |
VALIDOR |
That's a flare. |
LONY |
A flare? |
VALIDOR |
To signify. |
LONY |
Signify? |
VALIDOR |
Look: are you gonna repeat everything I say? |
LONY |
No, I -- I just have a few questions. |
VALIDOR |
Okay. Then. Okay. That's different. Go ahead. Ask. Ask them. |
LONY |
The flare. |
VALIDOR |
Yes. |
LONY |
About the flare. |
VALIDOR |
To sig-ni-fy! |
VALIDOR |
Signify what? |
LONY |
The bombs, dammit. The dropping bombs. The bombs you see. In front. |
LONY |
I don't see any. |
VALIDOR |
Nothing? |
LONY |
No, nothing. Nothing in front, nothing in back. Nothing. |
VALIDOR |
Look: you mean to tell me you see nothing? Really. Is that what you're saying? You see no bombs, no -- none of those houses over there, no -- no -- |
LONY |
No. No nothing. I'm sorry. I only see you, and you don't look so good, I might add. |
VALIDOR |
Oh? |
LONY |
Yeah, you haven't shaved or something. You got this, like, five o'clock. And you look tired. Piqued. More than piqued -- you're past piqued. You've peaked past piqued! |
VALIDOR |
That you can see? |
LONY |
And the flare. |
VALIDOR |
You can see the flare. |
LONY |
The sky, the stars, some stars. Some dippers you know, myself, yourself, some dippers, your five o'clock, and the flare. But no... no, no -- houses, did you say? |
VALIDOR |
In the village! |
LONY |
The what? |
VALIDOR |
Oh no. Gotta get you some help. My God. My stars. |
LONY |
Stars? |
VALIDOR |
Have you ever seen stars? |
LONY |
Once. |
VALIDOR |
When? |
LONY |
When I was a kid. |
VALIDOR |
Good. So you once were that. |
LONY |
What? |
VALIDOR |
A child. |
LONY |
No. |
VALIDOR |
No? |
LONY |
I said -- you said -- you asked me if I once was a child. I said yes. That was my natural answer. My response. |
VALIDOR |
You weren't a child? |
LONY |
-- I remember being a child. You see, there're no pictures. Of my childhood. I mean, there're none left. |
VALIDOR |
Where are they? |
LONY |
Where've they gone? They were lost. In the war. Along with everything else. My mother. My father. Two sisters, a brother. All my family. Not a survivor among us... I'm next. I know I'm gonna be next. |
VALIDOR |
Now hold on -- |
LONY |
No, I know. I know that. There are some things you know, and I know that. The next strike, the next round'll have my name on it. |
VALIDOR |
Well if you stay here, it might not happen. |
LONY |
Oh no, it will. |
VALIDOR |
This is a very good hole. |
LONY |
Really! |
VALIDOR |
This hole is so good, so deep, so cute -- it's a cute hole, look at what I've done with it! |
LONY |
Yes, I love what you've done. |
VALIDOR |
It's cozy, as bunkers go. |
LONY |
Is that? -- no! -- |
VALIDOR |
What? |
LONY |
Are those heaps of dried mud stacked in the corner against that bank of stratified dirt? |
VALIDOR |
Kind of like my own personal space. |
LONY |
The make me think of -- |
VALIDOR |
Home? |
LONY |
Barstools. |
VALIDOR |
Like to kick off my shoes after a hard day -- take a long swig from my thermos -- see, it's really a nice place to be, to stay, while everything up above is -- "shifting". See, I call it a shift. I really don't call it war, or even a fight. I just look on it as something that's shifting, something in the earth, and I'll just wait down here 'till it's over. Till it's all settled, till it all shifts back. |
LONY |
To what? |
VALIDOR |
To what it used to be. |
LONY |
Wasn't it always like this? |
VALIDOR |
No. I hear different. I remember different. My father tells me the sun was always out, if you got six, seven rainy days a month, that was a lot. And there were baseball diamonds and backstops here. That's what they used to do with their dirt, all of their dirt. They used to make it into ballfields. They used to play here. (Sings) "Oh there used to be a ball park -- right here?" You remember that song? |
LONY |
No. |
VALIDOR |
Before your time. See: there was a time, before this one. And we'll get there, we'll get back. They can't touch us here. They'll never find us. |
LONY |
But they have flares! Don't they have them? They have to find us. To sig-ni-fy. |
VALIDOR |
This is such a good deep hole! -- with no outward signs of its existence, to make the enemy virtually incapable of finding us. They can't find you here. Trust me. You and me, the both of us, we'll get out of here alive. I know it. I'm sure of it. I always have. I haven't left this hole in sixteen, seventeen years now. I live here. See this picture? This is my wife. This is my youngest. |
LONY |
Oh, she's fine! Very fine! |
VALIDOR |
Yeah, but she must've aged since the last time I saw her. |
LONY |
I'm sure she still looks great. |
VALIDOR |
That's what they tell me. |
LONY |
Who? |
VALIDOR |
The people I ask. |
LONY |
Who are these people? |
VALIDOR |
Friends. From above. They're everywhere. I get all my information from them. I get back pictures of her, and my kid. But I don't get to see them. But I hear they look good. That's what they tell me. My wife hasn't lost a thing. My kid's starting Little League. So you see. There really is nothing to fear. I'm sorry for all your losses, all that's happened to you. But to be honest, you're not the only one to suffer. But that doesn't mean it has to go on forever. You can be the first to survive. The first in your family -- ! |
|
(Sound of flare shooting up.) |
LONY |
Oh God. |
VALIDOR |
You see that? |
LONY |
And what does it -- ? |
VALIDOR |
The bombs! |
LONY |
Tell me again! |
VALIDOR |
They signify the bombs! |
LONY |
Bombs? |
VALIDOR |
You don't see them? |
LONY |
No! |
VALIDOR |
Not the one right over -- there! |
|
(Sound of explosion, rocks their hole) |
|
Didn't see that? |
|
(Sound of explosion, rocks their hole.) |
|
Good thing I'm here! |
|
(Sound of explosion, rocks their hole.) |
LONY |
I'm scared! |
VALIDOR |
Don't be! |
LONY |
Has this happened before? |
VALIDOR |
Every day. All the time. |
LONY |
I guess I've been leading a sheltered life. |
VALIDOR |
That's what happens. One day you're in your mother's lap, the next you're all grown up and you have to fend for yourself. It's not easy! |
|
(Sound of explosion, rocks their hole.) |
LONY |
Oh, not again! |
VALIDOR |
Don't worry. You're here now. |
LONY |
It's God's work |
VALIDOR |
It's God who's gotten you here to this hole with me! |
LONY |
This is a good hole! |
VALIDOR |
Here we're safe! Here we're...free! |
|
(Sound of greater explosion rocks their hole. A soldier -- KUKLE -- jumps into it.) |
|
Hello! |
KUKLE |
God, it's murder out there. |
VALIDOR |
Who are you? |
KUKLE |
(Saluting.) First Seargent Rian Kukle, Second Division. |
VALIDOR |
Who are you saluting? |
KUKLE |
Sir! |
LONY |
(to VALIDOR) Oh, I like him. |
VALIDOR |
Put your hand down. |
KUKLE |
Sir! |
VALIDOR |
We're nobody. |
LONY |
(to KUKLE) You -- you're a soldier? |
KUKLE |
Aren't you? |
VALIDOR |
Do we look like soldiers? |
KUKLE |
But my coordinates show... |
|
(Takes out device, maps, in great confusion, checks them.) |
VALIDOR |
(Snatching device.) Let me see that! |
LONY |
Can you get CNN? |
VALIDOR |
This is a homing device of some nature. Obviously he has us pegged as some kind of military base. |
KUKLE |
All the other holes were filled. This is the only one that was open. |
VALIDOR |
Ah! |
KUKLE |
So of course I made my way here. |
VALIDOR |
We had the only vacancy. |
LONY |
You wanna know our rates? |
VALIDOR |
Not funny. |
LONY |
One needs a sense of humor in these times. |
KUKLE |
Oh, these times are bad. Very bad. Very, very bad. I've been out there. I see, I saw what was happening. What's happening is very bad. Very bad. |
LONY |
Can -- can I touch you? I've never touched a real live soldier before, someone in the battle. |
VALIDOR |
Be careful. |
LONY |
Just wanna touch. |
VALIDOR |
Be careful. We don't know him. |
LONY |
What don't we know? |
VALIDOR |
Well, who he is and where he's from, and if he's on our side or not. |
LONY |
What's our side? |
VALIDOR |
Don't know. Been so long. Don't even remember what the sides are. |
KUKLE |
Our side is winning, sir! |
VALIDOR |
Again with the sir. |
KUKLE |
That's why I'm here, sir! I've dropped in to tell you that you're to keep up the good fight. The fight is good, the war is winnable, the war is good, we're fighting the good war, the good war is winnable, all winnable wars are good. And this hole, this hole is very very good. |
VALIDOR |
(To LONY) See, I told you. That's exactly what I told you. This is a good hole. That's why he's here. News like that gets around. |
KUKLE |
I have reports, I have mail. I have come here with news from the home front, regarding your families. |
LONY |
Oh. |
VALIDOR |
See -- he -- he doesn't have family left. From the war. They were lost to the war. |
LONY |
I'm next. |
VALIDOR |
You're not next. You're here now. You're safe. |
|
(to KUKLE) Did you say you've brought news from the war? From the front, about our families? |
KUKLE |
Yes, I come bearing news-and fruit. Anyone want an orange? |
|
(HE takes out orange.) |
VALIDOR |
What did you say your name was again? |
KUKLE |
First Seargent Rian Kukle, First Div -- |
VALIDOR |
I don't need the whole meshbucha -- just something for you to go by. |
KUKLE |
Oh. Then that would be Rian. |
LONY |
Rian. |
VALIDOR |
It's a nice name. |
LONY |
Can you peel this for me, Rian? |
|
(KUKLE begins peeling orange.) |
KUKLE |
(To VALIDOR.) Is he really an orphan? |
VALIDOR |
Orphaned from the war. Even worse, a little stupid from it. Can't see the bombs. |
KUKLE |
Ours or theirs? |
VALIDOR |
We have bombs? |
KUKLE |
(Obviously, having blundered.) No, no, we don't have bombs. Did I say we had bombs? What we don't have are bombs. We have no bombs. We're just the bombees, not the bombers. We would never have bombs. Not us. No bombs. No siree. This is as close as we get to having a bomb, this typical, stupid little orange. And does this little orange look like a bomb? |
VALIDOR |
Well. Yes. Now that you mention it. |
KUKLE |
Well, it may look like a bomb, but that doesn't mean it is a bomb. Here. I'll throw it. |
VALIDOR |
No! |
KUKLE |
What are you -- ? |
VALIDOR |
Give me that bomb! |
|
(HE grabs orange. Shields LONY.) |
|
Get into that corner! |
|
(HE handles orange like a grenade, bites off end of it, and prepares to throw, but he comes up with a mouthful of orange.) |
|
Not a bomb. Not a bomb. One hundred percent vitamin C. -- 'Less it's a 'C' bomb! |
|
(THEY all laugh. VALIDOR hands orange to LONY. HE addresses KUKLE.) |
|
Doesn't matter anyway. If it'd been a bomb, he wouldn't've been able to see it. That's how we would've known what it was. |
KUKLE |
Pity. In a way. When they fall, they're nicer than the flares. To look at. |
VALIDOR |
Oh, the flares are nice though. |
LONY |
(With a mouthful of orange.) Exquisite. |
VALIDOR |
Very pretty. That straight arrow of light falling. |
LONY |
(Clearly enunciated.) First time I saw the arrow: it was tonight. Just a minute ago, and I thought...I thought of God, I thought if God comes down to land, he's coming down in an arrow, in a flare. |